Like any young adult, you were tossed into the world the moment you graduated, all of your childhood dreams quickly shattered looking at rent prices and the bills you had to pay just to live. Life sucks, but hey, you had your lovely companion. A calico you had named Princess when you first got her as a kitten in high school, named for the most obvious of reasons. She was nothing short of a sassy diva, her moments of affection all but made up for her tendency to steal things. Anything. The damn cat would steal things off countertops, tables, from your hand - just to play with it and eventually lose it, if you didn't steal it back of course. Alongside her keen sense for criminal activity, she knocked things off counters, opened doors, got into cabinets and stole perishable food and treats. A true menace Princess was.

That definitely didn't change when you left home, moving into a crappy apartment in the sketchiest part of town there was. But rent was cheap, especially with having 4 roommates, you all split that price just to live there. Cats weren't allowed, unfortunately. Did that stop you? Nope. It made moving in a little nerve wracking, but as it turned out, the guys didn't care for the feline friend. They also weren't yet briefed on her mannerisms.. any fool could've fallen for the beautiful calico you brought in.

Oh. Little did they know the menace you had brought to the shared space.

It was the middle of December, seasonal depression was hitting hard. After work you had wanted nothing more than to collapse on your bed, lay down and just bed rot until you died of hunger or dehydration. The guys were all in the living room for once, Max sat on the far left of the couch, staring dead at the TV as some random Rom-com played. He looked disinterested, but Mark knew better. Mark was sitting beside Max, a book on human biology in his grasp, occasionally glancing up, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he watched Max's subtle shifting at the tense and overly dramatic scenes playing out on the screen. Elliot was sitting in the middle of the couch, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he went into full detail about his current marine life fixation to Justin. Justin sat silently, for once, just scrolling on his phone; acting bored with the conversation even if he was subconsciously listening to Elliot rant to him. Princess however was prowling around in a playful mood, chittering as she hunted down a roach she spotted skittering fast across the floor.

You continued to lay in bed, scrolling mindlessly on your phone in a position you had no idea how you found comfortable until the muscles in your abdomen clenched, causing you to writhe in discomfort. You knew that feeling. The horrible feeling of cramps, the familiar feeling of your body rebelling against the fact you weren't bearing a child in your uterus. With a reluctant sigh you pushed yourself up off the bed, making the long trudge down the hall to the bathroom. Laughter boomed from the TV, none of the guys caring to notice you stepping into the restroom.

You pulled the door shut behind you, but there was no satisfying click of a lock, since the doorknob had been broken for some time. Whatever, right? You knew these guys, the broken lock had never been an issue. It was a respective rule, lights on and door shut meant the room was occupied. Princess perked her head up at the soft sound of the bathroom door shutting, quickly drawing her attention away from the bug she was originally chasing.

Pulling down your pants and sitting down onto the porcelain throne, you groaned as you found your suspicions correct. The monthly ketchup dispenser was indeed dispensing, having left a mocking red stain in your panties. Perfect... how much more great could this day get? Clicking open the child safety lock, you opened the cabinet under the sink right beside the toilet. Reaching in, fingers stretching out, grasping at a box, your fist opening and closing as you grabbed empty air when you were expecting products inside.

Shit. You had made the grave error in forgetting you were out of supplies on your last grocery run. Fantastic. Fucking fantastic. Leaning forward, you stretch as far as you could from your place on the toilet, reaching out in some desperate hopes you would find something. Suddenly, you felt a beautiful rustle of plastic beneath your fingertips, a sigh of relief escaping your lips as you picked up the pad. Great, something to hold you over until you could go run down to the pharmacy and grab more...

And then the door handle started to bob slightly. Your head shot up, clutching the pad in your grasp, still exposed there on the toilet.

"I'm in here."

The words escaped your lips before you could stop them, tensing up at the risk of a possible intrusion. It would be insanely awkward to be spotted like this... With a loud creak in the silent room, the door opened, but nobody came in. Until a soft "meow" was heard. Princess trotted in, easing your nerves.

Dumb cat.

Princess came up, rubbing her side against your knee, a sweet gesture that would make anyone's heart melt. Your arms relaxed, reaching down with your free hand you gently pet Princess. As you moved, Princess's head perked up at the faint rustle of plastic. You? Harboring one of her favorite known materials to play with? How could she resist! Princess's butt wiggled, pupils dilating, and before you could react Princess had already swatted the pad out of your grasp.

Shocked, your hand instinctively reached out to pick it up off the ground. But it was too late. Princess was faster, swatting it away from your hand with her paw before picking the pad up in her jaws and running out of the room to go play elsewhere. Leaving you half naked on the toilet, bleeding, cramping and just having your only supply ripped from your grasp.

This was mortifying. Princess ran into the living room, plopping the feminine hygiene product right down in the middle of the living room. She swatted at it playfully, kicking it around and chasing it against the wooden floor.